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[center] [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] 9 APRIL 2018 [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] 3 IDIOTS & HER BOSS [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] FAMILY MART [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [/center]
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Maki pulled her head up from the counter after the people entered. She needed to look somewhat presentable, and honestly, her cheek was starting to hurt as the flat surface warmed. Whoever entered only got a second of her glance as she walked her index and middle fingers over to a magazine on the counter and dragged it to her. Honestly, she didn’t give a shit about what was in it. The pictures would more than take her mind off the eternal buzz of the lights overhead and the light conversation of what sounded like idiots.

She looked up once they’d come to the counter with their orders. She’d tried to deter the customers away from the food in the display cases, but Yamada-san didn’t appreciate her intent to [i]not[/i] sell items in the store. [color=#fe0095][i]Fine, if they wanted that much yellow in their diet, they can have it.[/i][/color] So, she joylessly fetched their food—they really wanted that chicken—and rang them up. Maki disposed of her gloves and washed her hands before going back to her magazine. She hadn’t worked there long, but she did abide by the standards of cleanliness if only for her own sanity.

A flip of the magazine page later, and the door to the manager’s office opened. There was an awkward scramble as Maki yanked the pullover hoodie off to reveal a horrible blue shirt with the teal line down it and a name tag that read “Ito.” That all aside, her bottom half was far from what would be appropriate in this setting, but she was far from leaving the counter. She was using this time to “study.”

Maki ran a hand through her hair and attempted to look professional, the husk of her outfit on the ground next to her, as Yamada-san approached. Her face went from “all-star employee” to “are you fucking kidding me” at his news. She didn’t mind the extra shifts, but she would not enjoy training Jirou’s replacement. [color=#fe0095][b]“Thanks for letting me know. I’m as excited at that prospect as I would be to receive a tracheotomy with a spoon.”[/b][/color] Her tone was flat.

When Yamada-san exited her space, she pushed the magazine back in front of her. She only half-paid attention as he placed the “help wanted” sign up. [color=#fe0095][b]”I hope whoever it is, is better with a GPS than Jirou was. I’m still not one-hundred percent sure he came in last time with both his kidneys.”[/b][/color]

Maki then realized that her boss hadn’t been talking to her. She used that time to look him over once again. She’d caught the tattoo before. It had led her imagination down a slippery slope in regards to what his past might have looked like. He didn’t seem to have a girlfriend or boyfriend. Or at least they never showed up to the job when she was around, which would be a [i]primo[/i] time for them to claim their prize. Especially considering the gaggle of college girls that liked to stand in the corner and ogle him [i]loudly[/i] on certain days. If Maki was his girlfriend, which was gross to even imagine, she’d never let that fly. But maybe they weren’t insecure. Maybe they knew they had Yamada-san in the bag? Damn. That was some confidence.

Her eyes slipped to the three boys critiquing the product the store sold and labeled as “chicken.” They looked familiar, especially the one with blue hair, but she didn’t know them well. Maki considered if she’d make a show of being their girlfriend if she was dating one of them. She shuddered. She’d try that mental experiment out on some hotter dudes that weren’t in the process of orally servicing chicken. Shiro had never been into critiquing food. He ate his noodles fast and without discussing their flavor palette. Wait—had she been the equivalent of noodles to him?

[color=#fe0095][i]Nope. Not having that thought. Back to the magazine, Maki.[/i][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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